Sulphur depression.

Pain and frustration of whatever to do with here in the frame of the life. You cannot live, you cannot breathe, you are dying of their ills and their qualms and no one will respect you.

People are calm falling down onto their swords but I do not join them, I run away. I do not join, I run away.

I find myself all alone in the winter and I struggle to stay up all alone, where did everyone go, yet I brave the storm, travel around and brave the storm......!